What is this place?
The walls are closing in...
Cast across a sea of guilt
Swept onto a shore of sin...
A broken heart is everything,
When there's nothing left to break...
A mental home,
With no padded walls...
On the freshly fallen snow
Lies a bloody trail...
A pile of clothes on the floor.
A questioning knock at the door...
Silent tears.
Show no fears...
A complex laugh.
A simple tear...
My candle in the darkness.
My shelter from the storm...
There are stories
Told time and again...
A single teardrop
Those deep brown eyes...
She told us her troubles,
And we said that we cared...